I was at work this morning, an AutoZone in Toledo. We'd barely had the doors open for an hour, then the garage across the street from our store called for a part and he asked, "have you guys heard what's going on in New York?" We turned the radio on immediately and heard it all as it was happening, in fact just after the first plane hit. I was there until noon, and I don't think there was a moment that my ear wasn't glued to the speakers.
The most unnerving part of my day was when I stepped outside to my car. I'd forgotten my keys (wonder why...), and as I walked up to the doors, I looked up almost instinctively. There was NOTHING but pure blue sky. No planes, no clouds, hardly any birds; it was like someone spraypainted the whole "ceiling" solid blue. God guys, I can't descibe it. Just at that moment, a customer walked out of the building. He saw the look on my face and said, "yeah, I know, I never thought I'd live to see the day when there wasn't one damn plane in the sky, either." Took the words right out of my mouth. It was then -- and only then -- that I knew it was all real.
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Capri306, Moderator, The Mustang Works Online
1979 Mercury Capri, 5.0L -- C4 -- 2.73
1987 Mustang LX Notch